Dear Whoever…, #54

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Dear Whoever Reads eshysletters Enough To Know I Post About Random Stuff,                          December 21,2011

Well dear readers, no quotes today as I don’t know what I’m even writing about just yet. There are a few bases I need to touch on today, none of them being of extreme importance however. The first of which being that I was going to originally write a venting post. I couldn’t bring myself to do it however and now that I’m all cried and screamed out, I feel like -to be blunt- utter crap. So there, that’s base 1. She rounds the base and stops halfway between first and second. Next, my life is in chaos. No, I am not exaggerating. I won’t go into it cause that could be a full twenty posts by itself and I, like I said, feel like crap already from crying, and I don’t feel like crying a helluva lot more.  She’s now at base #2, folks. Base 2- I have decided on my poem for speechmeet. I have decided to not go with my original, instead going with a poem in memory of someone. I’ll share the poem with you later, perhaps in this post, perhaps in a later one. She’s between two and three, ladies and gents’! 2 & 1/2- I want to learn to play the guitar again. And that brings her to 3rd base. 3rd base-I’m a mess of pains. I should get up and get some painkillers. I will. After I publish this. Anywho yes, because of my pains are growing stronger due to my recent and involuntary withdraw from sports, I may get a body cast. I’m scared about getting it during the school year because well, I know I’d catch alotta s*i* for it. I’m also apprehensive about getting one during the summer because I’ve heard catches itch and suck and smell more in the summer time. Also because of the lacking ability to take a shower or bath for eight weeks in 110 degree weather is also going to suck. Perhaps, I might not go through with it at all.  Alrighty, now she’s between third and home plate, what not-important news does she have to share now? Just the fact that, that awesome contest I’d been planning and bragging about will be delayed till next month. But never fear, my dear, because there will still be a contest  for this Dec./Jan. Not the most spectacular or awesome, no. But a contest nevertheless. The awesome one will be the Jan./Feb. one. I, eshy, would still be extremely elated if you entered this month’s slightly less great contest, stayed tuned through the month, and then entered our EPIC contest next month too. Ah she slides home with some good and/or somewhat happy news–I straightened my hair today! Just kidding! Well I did but that’s not my news. My news is that I have been given 2 awards. It’s funny. 2 awards on the same day. Anyways, here it is:

The two people who gave me this award were:

La Stranezza whose blog is here: http://ofmyinsanity.wordpress.com/

& Stacy(Sweets, Mockingjay) who is found here: http://sweetsgalore.blogspot.com/2011/12/and.html

Thanks to you both for awarding me. Uhm, wow, I didn’t really prepare a speech *grins at the cheesy line she used*.  Hmm well now I’m supposed to award 5 other bloggers. The problem -cause there always HAS to be a problem- isn’t that I don’t really know of that many blogs. So I’ll just award as many as I can think of.

Onto the next bit of business: My speechmeet poem. It is called- Don’t Grieve For Me, For Now I’m Free. It’s author is unknown but enjoy.

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free,

I am following the path God laid for me.

I took His hand when I heard Him call,

I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work, or play.

Tasks undone must stay that way.

Found that peace at the close of the day.

 

If my parting has left a void,

then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.

Ah, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with time of sorrow,

wish for you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life’s been full, I savored much,

good friends, good times, a loved one touched.

 

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,

don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up our hearts and share with me,

God wanted me now, He set me free.

 

That’s it. Whatdya think? I personally love it. I’ll be saying it in memory of my brother, whom I shall not name at this time. It’s actually on the back of a bookmark that has a picture of him, his birthdate, and his expiration date on the front. Anyways, rest in peace bro’, I love you.

Next bit of the post…I found an awesome song for you. Well, technically I discovered it last year through a friend but I found this version tonight. And to be, I like this version better than the one that’s on their album. I’ll give you both links, that way you can decide yourself. By the way this song is The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco

Original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6coqkaaQYG8

Acoustic(the better of the two<in my opinion>): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sqwjgf1P0oU

Listen to both and tell me what you think, yes? I’d love to hear your opinion. And hey, that album, ya know the one he mentioned at the beginning of the second video? Yeah, Vices and Virtues, I believe? (; it’s not Christmas yet *wink*. Meaning you still have time to surprise me with it. 😀

Two books I’ve read over the last week are:

The Isle Of Night by Veronica Wolf

The Reformed Vampire Support Group by Catherine Jinks

I’ll be honest- I didn’t care much for TRVSG but I was intrigued enough to keep reading it and finish the book(and I just don’t like quitting in the middle of a book, I feel ashamed for some reason), which says that I’m not very hard to intrigue or that the book was very intriguing. The part that got me is that the main character is a writer and in little tidbits throughout the book and in last few pages, it plays a role and you see that the book you are reading was essentially “written” by the character like it was telling her story over the past year .Which I thought was a cool twist sorta. As a writer.

Another book I read(not this past week but in the past year sometime) that I wasn’t sure if I was going to like or not was The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch. It wasn’t catching my interest in the beginning but it had me crying by the end and not cause it’s a sissy of a book -it’s not- just the character’s dad’s death was… relatable to my situation. They didn’t die the same way but I lost(am losing) my dad. So it brought tears. Yes, I’m a girl. I’m capable of emotion. I cry on occasion. I loved the character, and rebel, Jenny Tan in this book. She was marvelous. Stephen Quinn, the main character, was also pretty awesome. I’ll hand it to Hirsch, he knows how to put emotion into his characters and make characters you love and cheer for. Awesome characters. Congradulations, you’ve won eshy’s approval.

Anywho, I suppose this post has been long enough. I hope you enjoyed this post as it did contain a little of everything. Oh by the way, I think I might have gotten that one disease or infection(the one from rusty metal? tennis? tetnis?) today, I was hopping a fence, it was legal, I swear, and cut my hand. I was barefoot too. I swear it was legal! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this post, remember about the contest. Look out for this month’s contest and stay tuned in the between time time till Jan./Feb. Also look forward to a few music suggestions and topics. I’ve fallen harder than ever for my music.

                                                                                                                                                        Keep readin’ && I’ll keep writin’, eshy,

P.S. I appreciate the awards, guys. But seriously don’t give them back to me. I know everybody already has about three of them so let’s just not go for four. Pretty please? Gracias.

 

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Dear Whoever… #53,

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Dear Whoever Has Seen Freshly Pressed Lately,                                                                                 12-17-2011

“The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.” -unknown

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.”-unknown

“One reason God created time was so that there would be a place to bury the failures of the past.”-unknown

       When I log into WordPress.com, I always check the Freshly Pressed tab thing and see if any titles catch my eye. Sometimes there is none. Sometimes there’s one. Or sometimes on occasion there will be three or four that sound interesting. Well this Freshly Pressed post caught my eye cause it was about letters. A letter to her past self. Her younger self. I thought that was interesting because it reminded me of a song that I love. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQ3bn7V0zdU&ob=av2e

If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I’d prove it’s me by saying look under your bed
There’s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I’d say I know it’s tough
When you break up after seven months
And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don’t seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it’s rare

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
She wasn’t right for you
And still you feel like there’s a knife sticking out of your back
And you’re wondering if you’ll survive
You’ll make it through this and you’ll see
You’re still around to write this letter to me

At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don’t just tap your breaks
And when you get a date with Bridgette make sure the tank is full
On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you’re wrong and dad is right
And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman
She spent so much extra time
It’s like she sees the diamond underneath
And she’s polishin’ you ’til you shine

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
Tonight’s the bonfire rally
But you’re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead
Trust me you’ll squeak by and get a C
And you’re still around to write this letter to me

You’ve got so much up ahead
You’ll make new friends
You should see your kids and wife
And I’d end by saying have no fear
These are nowhere near the best years of your life

I guess I’ll see you in the mirror
When you’re a grown man
P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can

And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it’s hard to see past Friday night
I wish you’d study Spanish
I wish you’d take a typing class
I wish you wouldn’t worry, let it be
I’d say have a little faith and you’ll see

If I could write a letter to me
To me

       As a writer who loves music and the lyrics in the music almost as much as their words…this song is amazing. Why, you may be thinking? Well that is simple. From the lyrics you can gather what type of guy the artist is and what type of life he has led. You immediately know if he’s happy with his life or not. The reader -the listener has a pretty good idea of what happened to “Aunt Rita”. The listener of the song can see his back round and imagine the setting, the seventeen-year-old studying for that algebra test thinking of the bonfire rally the whole time, or him taking out Bridgette on a date, or him getting dumped by his long-time girlfriend. So it:

  • paints an amazing picture. Gives you character, setting, pictures. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
  • has feeling, like a ton. It takes you through the sweet parts of life like having a wife and kids and being at that age of contentment. But it also takes you through the lows, such as getting dumped or not being able to go to a party cause you have to study to pass a test.
  • It probably does more but it’s 1am so I’m sorta tired and making lists, blogging, and watching tv is not helping me stay up.  So therefore I’m only listing two things.

       Anyways, back to my original reason for posting this, that blog post on Freshly Pressed. It’s here: http://tracilee.wordpress.com/2011/12/05/dear-me-a-letter-to-my-16-year-old-self/ Essentially the same thing. I like the song version better in my opinion but then again, he is a professional singer.  I love these letters and when I get old enough to really reflect on my life, well then, you better believe I’m going to write a few of these. Heck, if I still have a blog then, if I have this blog, which is a real possibility, well then, I’ll even post them for you. I have lived through a lot already but who am I addressing it to? Dear Infant Me? Doesn’t quite sound right does it? I love hearing and reading letters like this though. They’ve inspired many venting letters of this sort, and from those, this blog idea, and from that the Dear Whoever’s everyone seems to like, ’cause if ya didn’t, you wouldn’t be reading this I assume. Anyways, enjoy and look out for the December/January contest that I’m working on setting up.

                                                                                                                          Forever and always, eshy,

P.S. The song is called Letter To Me, by Brad Paisley, in the country genre, on the album Fifth Gear. Or is it 5th Gear? Anyways all his albums and songs are very real and very awesome. I love him. But my sister loves him more. Too bad he’s married. Not to my sister though. I think she’s now obsessed and wanting to marry Blake Griffin.

P.P.S. Sorry that the quotes don’t really relate to the post. But in a way they do.

P.P.P.S. I swear that one month I’ll write twenty posts and fill up a whole category of 20 Dear Whoevers. I got a wallet today by the way, not that it matters. *grumbles* Why am I talking to myself again? Agh! Well I ordered it online. Hopefully it will come soon. That was my Christmas present to myself. Okay well nighty-night. Technically goodmorning now but anywho—ciao.

 

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